No one on earth could feel like this,
I'm thrown and overblown with bliss
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart.
~ from THERE MUST BE AN ANGEL by Annie Lennox and David A. Stewart
There was simply silence. And in that silence, as I gazed up at the sunlight sparkling through those high upper windows, or followed a secret tug drawing me down into my own heart, I began to know a prayer much deeper than "talking to God."
"Somewhere in those depths of silence I came upon my first experiences of God as a loving presence that was always near, and prayer as a simple trust in that presence.